Tongue Tied

When the words

Are all dried

I look toward you

For words to rhyme. 

Unlikely chances 

And unusual themes

In your hands

I leave the keys

To my writing

And borrowed style-- 

This happens

Every once in a while.

After its all said and done

That's when the fun

Has finally begun.

Overflowing with creative juices--

My sacrifice to the writing muses:

Endless sighs,

And awkward staring,

Half closed eyes,

And music blaring, 

Unfinished lines

That are not worth sharing.